NOVEL NEXT Chapter 20
20 Chapter19
Translator: 549690339
He decisively went home first to get his guitar, just as Carrie Thomas came back.
The two of them chatted briefly.
Carrie’s mood didn’t seem too high; she originally thought it would be easy to sell their song, but she didn’t expect it to still be difficult to do.
She said, "I can’t meet with the higher-ups at Spotify Top, so I can only talk to the basic employees of the copyright department. But their authority is too low, and the conditions they offer are very harsh."
Harrison Clark asked curiously, "I thought that Spotify Top’s conditions were very favorable nowadays?"
"That’s just relatively speaking. To others, newcomers are still newcomers. Compared to other people’s harsh conditions, they’re only slightly more lenient. If we don’t fight for it, we’ll still be at a disadvantage."
Harrison nodded, "That’s true."
"I have to find a way to meet their copyright department’s superiors; it’s pointless to talk to the basic employees."
Harrison thought for a moment, "After all, this is our first song, and it’s normal for the other party to be conservative in offering conditions. If it doesn’t work out, there’s no need to force it. I have a saying for you."
"What saying?"
"You may ignore me today, but tomorrow you won’t be able to reach me. Don’t worry about the gains and losses in one city or place. What’s important is to seize the opportunity and take the first step."
Carrie chuckled, "If you didn’t add that last line, you’d have to pay for the copyright."
"By the way, where are you going?"
Seeing him carrying his guitar and looking like he’s about to leave, Carrie casually asked.
But as soon as she asked, she realized that it was Harrison’s freedom to decide what he wanted to do, and she was asking too much.
"I’m going to find inspiration and write our second song as soon as possible."
Carrie tilted her head slightly, "I originally wanted to advise you not to rush your creation, as inspiration can never be forced. But it seems that I don’t have the qualifications to teach you. You must have your own plans. So, good luck."
"Well, thank you for the kind words."
Harrison’s response was very aloof, but his face was slightly red when he left.
The second song, "Deep in the Night," was already written, and it’s your song.
You’re welcome.
Harrison had passed by Margaret Road countless times but had never entered a nightclub.
This place was very new to him.
As he walked through the door of Solemnis Club, a little episode occurred.
Other customers saw him with a guitar on his back and thought he was a new resident singer.
Two female customers approached him enthusiastically, wanting to leave their phone numbers.
Harrison, who had never seen such a scene before, waved his hands in a row, "No, no, I’m not a singer."
"Huh, you’re so cool."
The girl with brown curly hair said.
"Exactly, modest and low-key. I love your artistic vibe."
Harrison gave in, decisively turned around, and ran away.
Teasing came from behind him.
"Wait until you get on stage, let’s see how you’ll explain."
He didn’t even know which girl shouted.
Harrison wiped the sweat from his forehead.
What’s wrong with the world? What happened to your reserve?
But it can’t be blamed on these two people.
His image was easily misunderstood.
Harrison had been running every day for the past month, and his physique had greatly improved compared to his previous weak appearance, with a very well-proportioned figure.
With a good figure and above-average dress, a guitar on his back, and slightly melancholic eyes, he did have a bit of an extraordinary taste.
Not to mention the customers, even the nightclub staff were confused by Harrison.
As soon as Harrison entered, he casually chose a direction to find a place to sit and wait for an opportunity, but a staff member in uniform grabbed his clothes.
"Where are you running? The artists’ lounge is this way."
Harrison quickly adapted, bowing his hands repeatedly, "I’m sorry, it’s my first time here, and I’m not very familiar with the place."
"I saw you’re a fresh face, that’s why I called you. The lounge is just around the corner to the left, I’ll take you there." The staff smiled, "You must have strong connections."
Harrison was startled, "What do you mean?"
"Jenny Hart is hosting a singing party, and there are plenty of singers who want to sing at our club. That’s Jenny Hart, and if someone takes a video of you warming up in the middle and posts it online, you might become famous overnight. You might even get into the entertainment news together. The fact that you, a newcomer, were chosen by Director Lewis, means it wouldn’t have been possible without some PY trade."
Harrison was stunned, giving silent praise.
A true talent!
This guy was a master conniver and a great deducer.
No wonder he was so enthusiastic; the reasons were sufficient and convincing.
"Ha ha… ha ha ha…"
Harrison felt that he’d be exposed if he said too much, so he awkwardly laughed it off.
Luckily, this crafty guy didn’t ask too many questions. After showing him the place, he left, saying they’d have a chance to drink together later.
Solemnis Club was quite large, and the artists’ lounge was over a hundred square meters.
After entering, Harrison didn’t wander around. Instead, he sat in a corner, trying his best to minimize his presence.
People were coming and going, but no one noticed him, the unwelcome guest.
Unknowingly, it was already half-past seven, and a fat man walked in through the door.
The people in the lounge greeted him warmly as soon as they saw him.
"Hello, Director Lewis."
"Lewis, when will Sister Hart arrive?"
Fat Director Lewis waved his hand, "She’s already here, and her car is parked outside. Everyone, listen up: get out in one minute. Sister Hart needs the lounge."
"What? Director Lewis! We haven’t even changed our clothes yet! Does Sister Hart need such a big place all to herself? Where are we supposed to change?"
Director Lewis spread his hands, "There’s no way out. She’s a big shot. We can only accommodate others, not the other way around. Hurry up! Those who need to change clothes can go outside and find a bathroom. I’m not joking with you! Hurry up!"
Harrison originally planned to squat here and see if there was a chance to strike up a conversation with Jenny Hart’s agent, but he was driven out without even seeing the person.
A group of grassroots performers hurriedly left like refugees.
After Harrison left, he turned a corner, put the guitar at his feet, and stopped at the entrance to the artists’ lounge.
But he had a premonition about tonight.
Jenny Hart, although not as famous as Avril Green, made quite an entrance.
An artist’s style is basically determined by their agent.
Harrison was unlikely to have a chance to speak directly to Jenny Hart, so he could only deal with the other party’s agent, and the hope was slim.
It’s a pity that Harrison had just stood up Avril once, and he was too thin-skinned to ask for her help again now.
They weren’t that close yet, almost like strangers.
Since he had a chance today, Harrison considered trying it himself first, and if it didn’t work out, he would go to Avril and Bella Ross.
Less than five minutes later, four black bodyguards led the way, and a large crowd entered the nightclub from the door.
It must be Jenny Hart’s party.
Director Lewis led the way in front, leading the crowd straight to the lounge.